Maya couldn’t breathe properly. Her chest rose and fell in jagged bursts as if she’d been running through fire.
Her eyes were wild, drowning in fear and worry, her lips trembling even though she kept biting them bloody just to stop herself from crying. She could feel it...the f*****g agony her mate was hiding. She wasn’t stupid, she wasn’t blind. Alpha Logan, her beast, her damn world, was rotting from the inside and pretending he wasn’t.
And it was killing her.
She sat on the edge of her bed, Diva’s soft breaths floating up from the cradle beside her. The pup was so damn beautiful it hurt...tiny fists curled like little roses, lashes long against her cheeks, her lips parted as she suckled air. Every sound from her daughter tugged at Maya’s heart, but the worry choking her throat would
